Arriving
home, however, that evening I began to feel that there was little
purpose for my life. I found myself a little overwhelmed with laundry,
finances, and the role in my family as a wife and mother. Later that
evening, I ride over to visit with Charity and Becky a minute. Laughing
with them brightened my mood but yet driving back home, feelings
unwanted of being unappreciated and minimal love entered my mind. It is
no secret I wonder how I scored Jake. He his my anchor and calming
device. My children are incredible. Watching our girls this week ,
seeing their interactions, and hearing their testimonies inspires me.
Aubree bears a strong witness of the gospel and both exemplify it. Those
unwanted feelings diminished as I spoke with Jake. He keeps me going!
Sitting
in sacrament meeting I felt a tender mercy or tiny miracle from above
when I opened to read and this was on my screen: “In Times of
Discouragement, Remember the Widow of Nain- Especially when we feel
forgotten or overlooked, we must remember: Jesus came to the widow's aid
precisely in her time of need, and He will come to us as well.” What a beautiful reminder that I am loved. The Lord knew I needed that and knows me.
One of our traditions we established three years ago is D.E.A.R. (Drop everything and read), which gives the opportunity to for the girls to stop wherever they may be and read the scriptures. We tried to make a connection this year with DEAR and Bambi. The story of Bambi is about building friendships. His mother died so he had to surround himself with good friends. Our circles of friendships change as our lives change. There is a story that was shared a couple of months ago at a training I attended about Elder Tom Perry. Tom
Perry moved his family to New York but to give the family the life desired, he lived outside the city and had a. little commute each day to work on the subway. He notices a man being territorial in a certain spot and decided to beat
him there one morning to get his spot and see what would happen. Over the next few days it became a friendly competition. Chatter started to see who was going to get the spot. People
who never talked began to talk. Friendships were made in that unfriendly
subway in New York, people began to bring in cupcakes for birthdays and
ask about soccer games. One simple act created friendships.
Be strong and courageous. Courageous must include a yes. Begin somewhere.
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